Escape from Chinese New Year - A Story

[ashtodust]

One

People leave the country during Chinese New Year for various reasons.

For me, I really needed a break. My whole life has been in a tailspin ever since getting that promotion. This new year, I know nobody will no longer ask me when I'm getting married. No one would dare to. But looking at my younger siblings with their wives and lovely children, some of whom have grown to love Jaclyn's presence as their "aunt", I knew I couldn't do this. My story with Jaclyn goes way back to primary school, and maybe some day I will share it.

Following the turn of events on Valentine's Day, I took an unprecedented week off work. You deserve a good break to celebrate this, they say. Nobody understand my pain, the pain of knowing that sometimes, love just ain't enough.

[ashtodust]

Two

An impulsive series of online clicks brought me to where I am now, this packed, red-eye flight to Bangkok. I was fortunate to get my favourite window seat despite the late booking. I love how the world, with your problems, seem to shrink and vanish under you from your window seat.

My neighbour turned out to be a SYT, ostensibly in her late twenties. The petite lady seemed to be alone.

The best part of flying is during takeoff, when you get this sinking, orgasm-like feeling that makes you feel sleepy. On some of my long work trips, I use that to fall asleep. Tonight, it was my neighbour who used that to fall asleep. She sure knocked herself out really fast, in spite of the crying baby near the back of the plane!

This was my perfect opportunity to check her out. It was advantageous that the seat next to her was somehow empty, although I was very sure the flight was fully booked. That gave me full visual access to her. Between the sleeves of her white, cotton cardigan were her heaving B-size bosoms, covered only by a rather tight-fitting purple tank top. As I inched closer, I could see her cleavage and the edges of her lacy black bra. It was a sight to behold. Moving downwards, I saw her creamy, white legs that were covered just by her denim shorts. They were not toned and athletic like Jaclyn's, but it was good enough. I could feel the pressure build up in my boxers as I ogled at her.

The plane began to rattle slightly as we entered an area of turbulence. The seatbelt sign came on. Now no one could walk pass me to see what I could be doing. I whipped out my phone, hovered it over this lady's chest and legs, and took some pictures. She was sleeping really well despite the turbulence and crying baby, and one must hand it to her!

She had placed her passport and boarding pass in the backseat pocket in front of her. I had to know her name so that I could stalk her further. I swiped her passport off the pocket, and just then the seatbelt sign came off and the passenger in front of me stood up.

Naturally, one's reaction would be to flinch at such a sudden event, but fortunately for me, my job and training has made me very proficient with the pokerface. After the passenger went to the toilet, I flipped over to the particulars page of her passport to take a picture of it.

So you're 28 years old, Jeanette.

I spent the rest of the flight ogling Jeanette whenever I could, and the flight could only end too soon. When will I see you again, Jeanette?

I hate waiting to get off a plane. That is why I always make an effort to collect my hand carry luggage way before anyone else. As I opened the overhead compartment, I noticed that my luggage had shifted away from my preferred and usual corner location. Shifting destinations... what an apt description of the current state of my life...

[ashtodust]

Three

I couldn't wait to check in to my hotel and get some sleep. I should have slept on the flight, but Jeanette's perfect boobs and legs were too distracting.

After settling in my suite, I wasted no time to unload my luggage. Only that I had a problem. I could not unlock my luggage. Why!

I gave up after five minutes of fiddling with the lock. Then I noticed a little luggage tag on the side handle of the luggage.

The owner: Jeanette Loh

What are the odds of someone owning the same luggage as you, and ending up as your neighbour on your flight?

I had to get my luggage back, and I had no idea how to contact Jeanette. Unless, of course, I opened the luggage to look for more information.

My beginning years in my paperwork-intensive, boring career has made me very attentive to details (and on hindsight, I should have simply called the airline to track Jeanette down). I accessed the picture of the passport particulars I took, and tried some possible password combinations.

CLICK.

I was greeted by a bundle of dresses, lingerie and documents.

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[ashtodust]

Four

What you find in someone's bag can tell you a lot about that person. I guess it is especially more true for a person's luggage.

The most noticeable item in Jeanette's luggage was this classic pair of black Louboutin pumps. Not many women can pull off 4.5 inches, but Jeanette owns precisely such a pair. Jaclyn was never comfortable with heels. She was too athletic for heels anyway.

It's always a turn on to check out a woman in heels, from bottom to top. Up the slim, killer heels, then the creamy legs, next the thighs, hoping that the thighs never end, that the fabric of the dress never gets in your field of vision, and when it finally does, the ass and hopefully the rare cameltoe, then the inward hourglass curves around the waist, followed by the bosoms and hopefully some cleavage, and then the neckline, jawline and face.

It's an even greater turn on to fuck a woman wearing nothing but heels.

The next item that caught my attention was this folder of documents. My instinct told me that this would be where I can find the information I needed to locate Jeanette and get my luggage back.

It turns out that Jeanette is a Marketing Manager working for one of the clients I brought in to my firm. Whoever brings work to do on a holiday must have a pretty messed up work-life balance, like me. As I flipped through the folder, I finally got to the part of greatest interest to me - there were hotel booking vouchers. Jeanette stays in the same hotel as me!

I want my luggage back. Now I know where it is. But I also have a luggage of lingerie and dresses.

[ashtodust]

Five

Jeanette is a Victoria's Secret and La Senza kind of woman, and I noticed that the lacy black bra I caught a glimpse of on the flight was only one of the many pairs of lacy underwear she had. I ran my fingers over the smooth, silky fabric of her bras. She had red, black, navy and purple, most of which was black.

The speed at which my penis sprang to life reminded me of how long it has been since the last time I laid my hands on women's underwear, let alone take them off Jaclyn's body which I miss so much.

I lowered my face into the red, petite-cupped bra and took a sniff. Arousing whiffs of detergent added on to the sensual assault that the silken texture of the bras was giving me. I turned the bra over to have a look at the label, and took a picture of it. Jeanette is a 32B. Not very big, but good enough.

Moving on to the panties, I observed that many of those bras I ran my fingers over had matching panties. Jeanette is a thongs person, nothing interesting here. Still, the thought that she might not have washed some of those panties cleanly, the hope that perhaps I could sniff traces of her womanly nectar made me examine every single one of the panties carefully.

There was a bulge under Jeanette's clothes. Like the kind of bulge you see in a man's crotch. Sensing that I might have found something nice, I reached for the bulge. On the top of the heap of clothes was a sexy, low cut bodycon black dress.

Louboutin pumps. Bodycon dress. She must be planning to party here, and how great would it be if I could join her, get her drunk and high, and maybe get her to ask me to fuck her.

The bulge under the clothes was a dildo! An even better chance of catching a whiff of her love hole.

It was a well-worn dildo that must have been used for a long time, or very regularly. There were some fade stains on the toy. I took a sniff of the dildo.

Ahhhh... the unmistakable scent of a woman. A scent I haven't smelt in a long time.

I took another sniff.

My penis was throbbing with excitement and begging for release by now.

[ashtodust]

Six

I whipped it out and touched myself. As I did so, I covered my face with the purple panties and sniffed at it.

I was in a room alone, with a woman's luggage full of her private belongings.

You know how it feels like when you masturbate after a long period without any ejaculation? Every jerk feels so intense. You also cum really fast. Buoyed by the waves of pleasure surging in my hands, I prepared myself for the final few jerks when I realised something - I was going to shoot into Jeanette's panties!

I hurriedly turned away from the pile of lingerie, but it was too late. Fortunately, only one of them got stained by my cum. It was quite a sight to see. I ran to the suite toilet and hurriedly washed off the stain.

I checked the time, and surprisingly, it has been 4 hours since I landed.

It is now 8am. I need to find Jeanette in her room fast, before she wakes up and leaves her room for the day's activities. For example, to find replacements for the contents of her lost luggage?

I went to the concierge to explain myself, and somehow I got more than what I asked for. The receptionist misunderstood what I was saying, and gave me another key to Jeanette's room. In fact there were so few questions asked and checks done, I wonder if they even had any training.

8am after a red-eye flight, and I have the keys to her room. Is she still sleeping? What does she wear to sleep?

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[ashtodust]

Seven

I pressed the lift button repeatedly, but there was no response. How could the lift break down so suddenly when it was still working when I took it down to the lobby?

There was no choice but to heave the luggage up the steps to Jeanette's 6th storey room.

The doorbell chimed loudly as I pressed the bell at Room 609. I also made sure that Jeamette could see her luggage through her peep hole.

The door creaked as Jeanette opened a small slit, with the deadlock engaged.

Me: I have your luggage, Jeanette. The one that you thought was yours and looks just like yours, is mine. I spent the whole night trying every single possible password combination.

Jeanette: Oh my god, that's so amazing! Would you like to come in?

I would love to come in, of course. I would also love to come in her. Jeanette closed the door before fumbling with the deadlock, then reopened the door.

As i followed her into her room, I could smell the product she used on her face and hair. Now I'm talking to the woman whose underwear I sniffed, touched, and masturbated to. I watched her ass, wrapped only in a delicate pair of FBT shorts, jiggled in front of me as she walked over to the bed in her Deluxe room.

[ashtodust]

Eight

Jeanette: Oh god... Thank you so much for tracking me down! You must have taken a while to guess the combination to my luggage.

My eyes were now drawn to the two little peaks jutting out of her white camisole, supported just by the two sexy, thin straps down her shoulder. Maybe I stared a little too intently. She glanced down at her own chest and adjusted her top so her nipples were not that obvious. She should have put on a bra before letting me in. For her bottom half, all she had was a pair of short FBT shorts and I was sure I could see somethings if I stared hard enough. But to draw her closer to me, I must keep my distance for now.

In her room, alone with her. A braless Jeanette wearing short shorts. Sitting on the edge of her bed. Close enough to smell the product on her face and hair. Close enough to pin her down and fuck the brains out of her... close enough...

Me: The whole night, miss... So, where's my luggage?

Turning around to scrutinize her room, I noticed a familiar luggage at the corner, its zipper open.

Jeanette: I... I thought I forgot my combination and cut the zipper open... Sorry...

Me: What!

Jeanette: I didn't know...

Me: Count it as my misfortune then. Ok, here are your stuff, now I'll take mine back.

In my career dealing with my clients and their rivals, I had taken many calculated risks with people. This time, I'm taking another one of those calculated risks. I walked out of her room.

She is supposed to say something.

I was now at the doorstep. Is she really not going to offer to make up for spoiling my luggage?

Jeanette: Wait! I should do something to make up for spoiling your luggage. Are you free for coffee at the cafe downstairs?

[ashtodust]

Nine

At the cafe downstairs, Jeanette paid for my espresso. I really needed it after a night without sleep. Like me, Jeanette also liked her coffee black and plain, no sugar, no milk, no nonsense.

She was now wearing a navy tube dress that accentuated her petite figure, showed me enough of her delicious, defined collarbones and shoulders, and stopped just after showing a little teaser of a cleavage. She wasn't wearing her heels, but there was still some leg and thigh for me to see.

Jeanette: I don't even know your name yet!

Me: I'm Thomas. So, Bangkok during Chinese New Year. What's your story?

Jeanette: I just don't like being pestered by relatives about my relationship. My parents split my ex and I apart because we had different religious views.

Me: Hey, I'm sorry to hear about that. Sometimes love just ain't enough, right? ...You don't have to tell me so much if you don't want to.

Jeanette: It's ok, you look like the sort I can trust my stories with, Thomas.

Jeanette's face glowed scarlet as she said so. Sure, you trust me, one day I'll thrust you, Jeanette...

Our chat went on to work ("I might have seen you during one of the meetings before!"), our hobbies ("I played the clarinet too!"), where we went to school ("I've always had something for girls from your JC!" I said cheekily, earning myself a playful kick on the shin), where we lived, and stuff like that.

We hit it off really well. I never thought I could have such a connection with another woman after more than 7 fruitless years with Jaclyn. 7 years in something that I thought was meant to be...

Jeanette: Hey, I think we should go. Tonight, I'm clubbing at that new place just around the cormer from our hotel. I think I'll feel safe with you around. I hope a few more drinks there can fully make up for your luggage... Say we meet at 10pm at my room?

Will she wear her smoking heels with the bodycon dress I found in her luggage? Will a night of booze and dancing lead to other things?

Me: Don't mention the luggage anymore, Jeanette. I'll see you tonight!

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[ashtodust]

Thanks to everyone for your kind words.

I'm happy that you are enjoying this story!

[ashtodust]

Ten

There's a danger in loving somebody too much,
And it's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust.
There's a reason why people don't stay where they are.
Baby, sometimes, love just ain't enough.

The alarm for my trip to the club with Jeanette rang, and I made it snooze.

After a night without sleep and boosted by the espresso from the cafe, I went to the markets nearby and also had a massage.

"No touch, no sex" I told the masseuse, thinking of keeping my stamina for tonight. Then I went back for a nap, anticipating a busy night.

Surely I can sleep a little longer.

The next thing I know, the clock read 11.30pm. Holy crap! Hurriedly, I got dressed and ran to Jeanette's room. The lift was still down.

There was no answer to my knocks on her door. I have kept the extra key to her room in my safe, and didn't intend to use it. It was time to find Jeanette at the club.

As I soaked in the lights and music, my ears homed in on a distant but familiar, dainty voice that was Jeanette's. I watched as she made her way from the floor to the counter with an ang mo guy, his arm wrapped around her waist and making contact with her ass.

For a few moments, I was struck by Jeanette's beauty. She had looked so ordinarily sweet on the flight, in her room after sleep, and in the cafe. But this girl next door certainly becomes a sexy princess with the right transformation. The only makeup she wore was a red lipstick, and all I wanted to do was to paste my lips on those delicious lips and take her.

It's a turn on to check out a Jeanette in heels, from bottom to top. Up her slim, killer heels, the hot red soles of her Louboutins, then her creamy legs, next the thighs, hoping that the thighs never end, that the fabric of her bodycon never gets in my field of vision. When it finally does, it was time to admire the ass whose shape I had been trying to make out when it was wrapped in those short FBTs of hers, then the inward hourglass curves around the waist, followed by those 32B bosoms of hers and the cleavage nestled in the steep V of her dress, and then her shoulder blades, neckline, jawline, almond eyes and that sweet CFM face.

All I could do was to stand at that distance and gape at this beauty. This demure, seemingly simple woman who loves her coffee black, and who I now discover also enjoys whiskey on the rocks! There is nothing hotter than a woman who loves her whiskey, what more on the rocks.

As the barman poured the whiskey that Jeanette asked for, something strange snapped me out of the daze I was in.

Why was he winking at the ang mo who was with Jeanette?

I squinted at Jeanette's drink. Something was bubbling in it, and it was not the ice.

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Eleven

The saddest thing about Chinese New Year is when your life is full of should-haves. I should have tried harder to keep Jaclyn. I should have woken up earlier to meet Jeanette. I should have walked over to her sooner when I arrived at the club.

I should have found a way to stop her from taking sips of the spiked whiskey.

A mixed feeling of anger and guilt got to me. I should have met with her on time. I should teach that ang mo a lesson. I have a duty to protect her from harm.

"Jeanette!" I shouted against the loud music as I approached her.

You should have seen the look on the ang mo's face as I appeared. That face also confirmed my worst fears.

"You got to go with me right now. They spiked your drink." I shouted at her ear as she looked at me in surprise.

"What do you mean, who spiked her drink, asshole? Are you looking fo -" the enraged ang mo confronted me, just in time for me to tip the spiked drink over his head and warn him not to mess with me.

I held and pulled Jeanette by her hand as hard as I could, walking her out of the club. I could hear the ang mo cursing me across the house. As we approached the exit, I could feel the grip of her hand weakening. It must have been the drugs. We were still 200 meters away from the hotel. She was slipping from consciousness and I had to carry her there.

The smell of alcohol and the perfume she was wearing came together to form a potent mix of sexy femininity, radiating from her feverish, blushing body. She looked so hot and felt so hot. I could feel it in my arms! As I approached the lobby, I remembered that the lift was down. Crap! Carrying a lady up 9 storeys to the top floor suite was no joke. Yet it was a great chance for me to accidentally touch her in places I shouldn't.

I wasted no time in plonking her on my bed after unlocking my suite. I was tired, sweaty and horny.

There was a sexy, sleepy and drugged woman on my bed.

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Twelve

I went to the on suite pantry to get her a wet towel and a glass of water.

"Thomas..." Jeanette called out to me as I walked away from the bed, fanning herself with the collars of her dress. What she did next got me shellshocked.

She stopped fanning herself to reach for the bottom of the dress and pulled it up. The legs and thighs no longer end with the fabric of her dress, but with the little piece of lacy black thong covering her love hole. Was her bra a matching one? I would find out very soon.

As she pulled the dress over her abdomen, something on her flawless, white skin caught my attention. It was a tattoo of a fairy on the left. How many other men have seen that tattoo on her?

Next it was her black lacy half-cupped bra with her bosoms that look as if it was spilling. The top of her chest was blushing red and so was her neck. She must have been feeling hot. Finally, the bodycon that hugged her tasty, dainty body was strewn on the floor, reduced to a little ball of cloth.

She spread her naked, hot body wide on my bed and beckoned to me.

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[ashtodust]

Thirteen

Ever since sitting beside her on that flight, I have been waiting for this moment. Now Jeanette is tipsy, feeling hot and asking me to fuck her.

I stopped what I was doing, to sit on the edge of my bed, waiting for this sedated tigress to make her next move.

Mustering all the strength she could have under the spiked whisky that she sipped, she pulled me under her and straddled me, rubbing her pussy against my growing manhood. She gave me a stare that signalled to me that things were only getting started.

Lowering her feverish, blushing head towards me, she blew into my ear and licked it like a hungry sex kitten. With my hardening manhood, I could feel the gap between her pussy lips. I could feel it between my pants and her panties. My penis was throbbing and struggling against my pants, struggling to get out and venture into that gap. I let out a moan of pleasure as she touched me in ways I haven't been for so long.

I couldn't take it any more.

I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her under me, plunging my face into hers and finally tasting the red lips I so desperately wanted to taste. I slid my tongue between her lips, seeking to connect with hers. The taste of the iced whiskey from her mouth, along with the sensation of her hands on my crotch, was just too much to bear.

"Mmmmm.... aaaaammmmhhhh... take... me... Thomas..." Jeanette gasped as her eyelids closed and she loosened her grip on my crotch.

I paused to admire this naked beauty on my bed, now sleeping peacefully. Then I paused to think of what just happened.

I cannot fuck her when she's in such a state.

But my penis wants more.

That gap between her pussy lips. I was so close.

My bigger head got the better of me. Her bodycon was too difficult to put back on her, so I took off my shirt to cover her before tucking her in.

Then I went to the toilet to release. It was frustrating not to fuck her when I could, but there must be a good reason why I stopped. I had to protect her in her moment of weakness. She asked me to go to the club with her because she felt safe with me. I should live up to her expectations.

Am I in love?

[ashtodust]

Fourteen

I woke up to the grinding sound of the pantry coffee maker and the smell of espresso.

Jeanette was still in my shirt, which ran all the way down just enough to cover her panties. Did she look hot like that!

She was still wearing her heels. My shirt with her matching underwear beneath, and her heels.

Jeanette: You were late last night and the last thing I remembered was you telling me that I was drugged!

Her voice was abit hoarse from last night's dehydration, and her dainty voice sounded sexier this way.

She pouted, showing me this demure, sweet side of hers that was so unlike the sophisticated woman who loves her whiskey on the rocks and has a tattoo on her abdomen.

Me: I'm so sorry, Jeanette. I was so tired from guessing the luggage lock combination I overslept... I'm glad I got there just in time to save you from that ang mo.

Jeanette: Save me? Didn't you take me back to... didn't we...?

Her face and ears flushed with redness as she asked.

Me: No, we didn't. Of course I wanted to... you are so hot... but it was my duty to protect you.

Jeanette: You are so sweet, Thomas. I knew I could trust you.

She came over from the pantry counter to the sofa where I spent the night sleeping, and sat on my lap. As she did so, my shirt rode up her thighs, exposing a little sliver of her lacy, black panties. As she leaned in to kiss me, her right hand slid down my bare chest and caressed my back.

Getting touched by a fully conscious Jeanette felt much better than getting touched by a drugged Jeanette.

I ran my hands on her face, down her neck and rested it on the small of her back as I kept the grip of my lips on hers.

She looked me dead in the eye and nodded at me, inviting me to do more. That look on her face.

I slid my hands under my shirt that was now on her, and unclipped her bra. Then I gently kneaded her breasts to test things out.

Jeanette let out an approving moan.

With one arm cradling the small of her back, my other hand explored the newfound territory I had unlocked. I slipped my fingers over her unerected nipples as her breathing intensified. Jeanette's fingers have also found their way to my belt buckle, which gave way to allow her access to my zipper.

"Uhhhhhhh... Thomas..." Jeanette groaned as she kissed and licked my neck while my tongue bathed her tender bosoms. Her breasts were heaving with her heavy gasps for air now, and the nipples have become erected with excitement. As I sustained my assault on her breasts and moved the hand that was on the small of her back to her smooth thighs, I felt a patch of moisture on my laps, where Jeanette's pussy was resting on.

"Coffee, tea or me, Thomas?"

Did Jeanette really have to ask?

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Fifteen

"Depends on what you want to make me, honey." I replied.

"I'll make you a happy man..." Jeanette coyly replied in an artificially girly voice that only made me hornier.

I grabbed her by her ass and her back and she responded, grasping my torso with her flawless thighs and legs, with her Louboutins still on. We lurched to the countertop of the pantry.

"Ouch!"

An intense pain shot up my toes. It may be hot to look at a lady in heels and fuck her in it, but it's not hot when she steps on you with it.

Slumping onto the countertop against which I meant to perch Jeanette and do her, I writhed in pain.

"I'm sorry, Thomas!! It was an accident!" Jeanette gasped, her eyes wide with bewilderment.

"Let me play you a song to comfort you." She said playfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

In one fell swoop, my pants and underwear went aground, and amid the pain from my toes, I felt the pleasant warmth of Jeanette's hands on my cock.

"Wait."

I watched as she headed to the fridge, for the ice cubes, and popped some in her mouth.

"Let's play the clarinet together, Thomas..."

Fingering my shaft like a clarinet, Jeanette started blowing the tip of my manhood sensually. The cold breath from the ice cubes in her mouth made every blow more intense.

Jeanette: "My clarinet is not making any sound!"

Me: "I don't think that's how you blow a clarinet, Jeanette... are yo-"

"Aghhhhhhhhhhh..." I felt my dick plunge into an abyss of coldness as she took me whole.

Jeanette: "Now let's play some music..."

Playing along, I hummed to the clarinet notes that Jeanette played on my manhood.

Me: "That's Vivaldi... Wait... That's the music that the cafe was playing yesterday!"

Jeanette: "You haven't forgot your music, Thomas. Let's make some percussion now..."

Pinning me down on the countertop, Jeanette straddled me and poured the unmelted ice cubes from her mouth onto my chest. She took some of it to spread them on her own bosoms, moaning in pleasure.

"I can help you with that, Jeanette..."

I sat up to massage her love pillows and pinched her ice cold nipples.

As she reached for her panties to take it off, she made a stunning revelation.

"I saw my underwear in your toilet, pervert..." Jeanette said sternly, biting her lips.

My face turned warm and it felt like the blood went back from my penis to my head.

Me: "I... they were from your luggage..."

Jeanette: "And what were you doing with it, hmm?"

Me: "Imagining what we might do if I was lucky enough..."

Jeanette: "How lucky do you think you are now?"

She moved her hips towards mine, and I could feel the inviting warmness of her love hole approaching my dick.

As her pussy lips enveloped my shaft, Jeanette tightened the grip of her arms around my torso, leaving me with only the space in her cleavage to breathe in. She still reeked of alcohol and perfume, so feminine, so tasty...

With our eyes now on each other, we pushed towards each other in unison.

"Pain... Thomas..."

I don't know if she's still a virgin, but looking at how she performed so far, I don't think so. Yet she was still so tight, it was hurting my manhood.

The look in her eyes reminded me of how I gave my first time to Jaclyn. It's not the kind of look you can see in FLs when you bonk them. It's just different. We were making love, not having sex...

As our bodies got used to each other, the thrusting picked up in intensity. Now we were really making percussion as our hips slapped against each other rhythmically. With every thrust, I could feel her sweet nectar oozing around my penis.

The same nectar I smelt from the dildo in her luggage.

I must taste it fresh.

We swapped sides and I made my way to the glistening folds of her cunt.

What if I never picked up the wrong luggage?

Would we still have met?

Would I still get to fuck her?

Admiring the sexy black heels still on her and stroking her legs, my hands wandered upwards to her thighs before making a slow entry to the inner thighs. I took a deep sniff... it smelt much better than dried love juice from the dildo...

There was a sharp gasp of surprise as my tongue met the folds of her vagina. Ignoring it, I made my assault on her treasure with the blade of my tongue. Some women are just not used to cunninglingus.

Except, as I realised too late, this was not exactly the reason behind Jeanette's gasp.

The door creaked open as the chambermaid pushed her equipment into my room. Unlike what we have back home, the hotel staff here are mostly locals, and was she one tempting local fruit! She was probably around 20 years old, and I don't if they assign the prettiest chambermaids to the most expensive rooms, or was it just because she was good.

There was another gasp, this time from the chambermaid.

In the top floor suite, there are now two shocked ladies and one excited, horny man.

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Sixteen

Chambermaid: "Sorry, sir, sorry miss. I go... I go..."

Me: "Wait!"

As she turned back to face us, I climbed off the countertop and ran towards her. She looked down at my cock before covering her eyes in embarrassment.

Me: "Take this money. Shhhhh... Nothing happen..."

The chambermaid nodded in relief and left the suite, locking the door behind her.

Turning back, Jeanette, who had tried to cover as much of herself as possible with my shirt, grinned gleefully.

She doesn't need to cover herself anymore. My shirt joined her bra and panties in the heap on the floor.

Finishing up the unfinished business, I went for her sweet nectar, slurping up the goodness of her love hole.

"Ahhhhh... Thomas... don't stop..."

It was time to take things to a higher level. With my tongue still lashing at her lips, I inserted a finger into her clit and stroked it. Her legs shivered with excitement and the walls of her vagina squeezed the finger in waves.

"Aaahhhhhhh!!! Pain!!!"

Jeanette moved a hand downwards to pull my hand out of her tight treasure as I struggled to insert a second finger into her. Looks like one finger is more than enough.

Running her fingers through my hair, Jeanette's body shook and shuddered to the rhythm of my fingering, sucking and licking.

"Mmmgghhhhggmmm... fuck... me... now... Thomas..."

We went to the bed, where I laid on top of her.

Jeanette's face tightened in intense pleasure as my entire shaft slid into her cunt fully for the first time, our bodies in harmonic union.

The bed shook as our instruments struck each other in sync, squishing and slapping to a metronomic beat. Jeanette arched her body, begging for attention to her upper body. Our lips fused together while our tongues lashed at each other in an elaborate song and dance. In embrace, we moved south to each other's necks.

I felt a sharp sting on my neck as the walls of Jeanette's pussy shrank around my shaft. Her legs trembled and trashed wildly. A relentless gush of fluids from her love canal flowed out before Jeanette collapsed on the bed, her eyes forcibly shut.

It is now my turn to come. As she recovered from the shock of her orgasm, I pumped her with all I could give. It was a blissful moment I will always remember.

As my manhood surged in pleasure, my eyes met her loving, dreamy gaze. Before my mind blanked out, I withdrew my penis from her love canal, releasing my load on her neck.

We made love.

[ashtodust]

Seventeen

An impulsive series of online clicks two weeks ago brought me to where I am now, this packed, red-eye flight out of Bangkok. I got my favourite window seat. I love how the world, with your problems, seem to shrink and vanish under you from your window seat.

My neighbour turned out to be a SYT, ostensibly in her late twenties. The petite lady is with me.

Captain: "Cabin crew, prepare for takeoff."

Jeanette: "Thomas, prepare for takeoff."

Moving her hands discreetly to my pants, she unzipped me just before the flight attendant walked to our seat to check our seatbelts. Surprisingly, the attendant didn't see my unzipped pants, or she just pretended not to see it.

It was advantageous that the seat next to her was somehow empty, and that was because we bought the other seat. That gave us full access to each another.

The seatbelt sign came on as the plane taxied on the runway. Now no one could walk pass us to see what we could be doing. Jeanette's handjob picked up speed in tandem with the plane picking up speed.

The best part of flying is during takeoff, when you get this sinking, orgasm-like feeling that makes you feel sleepy. On some of my long work trips, I use that to fall asleep. Tonight, it was my neighbour who would give me that sleepy feeling. She sure knows how to suck my cock well, and one must hand it to her!

As the plane ascended in the sky, my pleasure meter rocketed off the charts. I came into Jeanette's mouth, and like how she loves her whiskey on the rocks and her coffee plain, she had my love juice neat.

End

[ashtodust]

This is the end of the story, but Jeanette still owes me the spoilt luggage, and the company that Jeanette works in, is my client. We have many opportunities to meet again.

Let me know if you have a special request, and the story may continue.

[Wintermelontea]

50 shades of Jeanette? :p or Thomas??

[highlysex]

Thanks TS for your wonderful story

[MagicFingers]

TS ashtodust! Good job! -MF

[BobbyBoo]

TS, good write. Update on future adventures with Jeanette.

[DocGQKing]

Great writing bro!
Really enjoyed it!
Happy New Year!

[LoveLu]

Nice story!

[linwy]

Great Writing. Perfect Story

[eeemen]

Good story bro TS, more to cum :D? Cheers, ....................

[ashtodust]

Good story bro TS, more to cum :D? Cheers, ....................

Thanks for the kind words, everyone.

Yes, there is more to cum. There are more stories between Jeanette and I in the sequel entitled <<Fucking My Girl in Her JC Uniform (http://www.sammyboyforum.com/showthread.php?t=512972)>>. Hope you will enjoy it!

[LeWildDick]

This is the end of the story, but Jeanette still owes me the spoilt luggage, and the company that Jeanette works in, is my client. We have many opportunities to meet again.

Let me know if you have a special request, and the story may continue.
you didn't get together with Jeanette? 在一起! 在一起! 在一起!